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Post by Devyn on Aug 6, 2011 4:06:34 GMT
"It's just, the name Luke Harth was on my mother and father's wedding certificate. And well, Embry looked up your site ont he internet and your dad's name was Luke so I was just wondering if that--"
Rose gasped as James shot off the couch opposite of her, grabbing her by the neck and pressing her back into the couch. She hadn't even being rude, she had no idea what was happening, it went too fast for her.
James grabbed her by the neck and hair, pressing her face into the couch as hard as he could. He knew she couldn't breathe when she started to kick her feet and seriously squirm in panic. He kept holding her down, his face covered in an eerie calm.
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Post by PirateOTC on Aug 6, 2011 4:16:41 GMT
Suddenly Embry was too busy to skate. People kept calling him; his friends, the record company etc and he knew he might aswell just head back home. Today seemed to become a business-day for him, when he had to be more of a business-man himself than a normal teenager skating in a park..
He walked over to one of the security guards and got a ride back to the apartment
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Post by Devyn on Aug 6, 2011 4:19:31 GMT
James realized that Rose had stopped moving and he jerked back from her, letting go of her. "Shit." She snapped and grabbed her by the shoulders, rolling her over. He put a finger to her neck, relieved that her pulse was still there-- he'd just made her unconscious.
"Stupid girl..."
He had lost his temper and now he might lose his whole plan. He paced the room for a while and then grabbed Rose's phone from the side table, dialing Embry so the boy wouldn't come looking for her. She'd said something about going to eat dinner with him.
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Post by PirateOTC on Aug 6, 2011 4:49:25 GMT
"Hey" Embry answered the phonecall as he was sitting in the backseat of the car, on his way back to the apartment
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Post by Devyn on Aug 6, 2011 4:51:41 GMT
"Mister Bradley?"
James said, making himself sound casual and anything but panicked. He was very good at acting by now.
"Rose asked me to call you. She's inside the studio right now, recording a song. It's taking longer than we expected. She just wanted to let you know she won't be there for dinner."
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Post by PirateOTC on Aug 6, 2011 4:57:09 GMT
"Oh...okey...?"
He found it odd that his sister would let anyone else call him...even if she was busy in a studio. She had called him during a photoshoot for a fashion magazine once even!
"Oh are you from the LH Productions?" he quickly asked before the man would be able to hang up
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Post by Devyn on Aug 6, 2011 5:00:08 GMT
James nodded right away, trying not to get nervous. He had been taught to keep his composure at all times. "As a matter of fact, I own it now. My name's James Harth. It's a shame I missed you, Mister Bradley. You're very talented, sir. You sister, as well." His eyes traveled down to Rose who was laying on the couch, unmoving. He could see the faint tracings of a bruise on her neck-- great. Just what he needed, she would bruise easily.
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Post by PirateOTC on Aug 6, 2011 5:09:00 GMT
He was just about to tell him that he would come by, but he stopped his words, not knowing really why...instead he thanked James for calling and he hung up, just in time for the car to pull up by the apartment.
"Thanks!" he said to the driver and hurried indoors. He wanted to check up on the LH Productions one more time before he had to go back to his own business..
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Post by Devyn on Aug 6, 2011 5:11:26 GMT
James turned his attention back to Rose, "I wonder if you are more hassle than you're worth." He shook his head and went to pick her up. He paused when he slid his hands underneath her, getting a good look over her, "Hmm... well, since you're asleep." He released her, leaving her on the couch, his hands grabbed the buttons of her dress, undoing them one at a time-- it wasn't like he needed to rush. His face stayed impassive as he pulled her clothes open, admiring her underneath. Young, but still filling out nicely-- the same way her mother had.
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Post by PirateOTC on Aug 6, 2011 5:20:32 GMT
"Who the fuck is James..." he mumbled as he sat by the laptop now, searching some more on the LH Productions, scrolling down pages and pages, writing down important names and addresses in his phone so that he would remember it if needed. He might be young, but he had been in the business world from the day he was born and he knew that especially the music business could be very shady. Some might say he was sticking his nose into stuff he should have nothing to do with, just like his father, but that wasn't what had gotten him killed....
When he had the information he managed to gather, he looked at the clock. Two hours until he should start being a businessman...good. Then he could be a spy until then. He checked the address again and then hurried out to the garage to take the car, really not wanting any security to find out where he was going right now..
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